A lot seemed to happen to you in the past few years. So much so that it seemed impossible to remember some key details. It was strange knowing that some pieces were gone, but you carried on nonetheless.

One day, you passed through a semi-empty street. You held your umbrella over your shoulder, shielding yourself from the pouring rain until you passed someone.

A woman.

One you felt… familiar with.

Out of curiosity, you turned to face her. She also turned to you, her eyes set on yours.

“Do… do I know you?” She asks, a sense of familiarity growing.